Jason’s phone
buzzed. It was Keith. “How arya, sexy?”
“Key! You missed a nice party.”
“Esmé an’ Oi
watched Single Dads. You knaow, that TV series. She had the DVD.”
And afterwards, you made love, thought
Jason. “Esmé could have come to the
party too, you know.”
“Yeah.” Keith sounded doubtful.
“Yes, Key. Yes.
She’s my friend too.”
“OK.”
“Key, my
dear. You know I … she and you … you know I don’t mind, don’t
you? You were my first friend here in
Australia”—he pronounced it with the long “au” the English use, which always
made him sound like Prince Charles—“and she was the second. I don’t mind, truly.”
Keith sighed. “Sometimes it’s so complicated.”
“Yeah. But … Key … you do know, don’t you, that … I
care.”
Not, noticed Keith wryly, I
love you. “Yeah,” he said. “Me too.
Hey, what’re ya doin’ this mornin’?”
“I dunno. Taking Grandam and Lucasta sightseeing.”
“Whoi dontja go to
the Healesville woildloife park. Lots of
kangaroos an’ stuff.”
“Why don’t you
come along too?”
“I can’t.
Gotta work.”
“Oh, shit. All right.”
“How’s Cody?”
“OK. Well, not really.”
“And Luigi?”
“Seemed not too
bad. They’ve just left.”
“They stayed the
night?”
“Yeah.” Jason grinned at the mixture of indignation
and shock in Keith’s voice. “And you
know what, Key, you can too. Tonight.”
“Done and
dusted.” Jason could hear the smirk in
Keith’s tone. He couldn’t help smiling
himself.
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